Bucky Barnes -Revolution
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"Don't call me Congressman." James 'Bucky' Barnes. #MCURP MDNI. MV/MS/AU. Dark, violent, and PTSD themes. Roleplay, Parody.
He hates Russia.
"Yeah. Great."
"Yeah. Great."
November 29, 2025 at 12:48 AM
He hates Russia.
"Yeah. Great."
"Yeah. Great."
Yay. Russia. Fuck that place.
Bucky sighs, in the plane, mentally preparing himself.
Bucky sighs, in the plane, mentally preparing himself.
November 28, 2025 at 3:59 AM
Yay. Russia. Fuck that place.
Bucky sighs, in the plane, mentally preparing himself.
Bucky sighs, in the plane, mentally preparing himself.
Bucky does the same. It'll be the two of them. Two ex assassins. Just running amok in Russia. What could go wrong.
November 27, 2025 at 5:24 PM
Bucky does the same. It'll be the two of them. Two ex assassins. Just running amok in Russia. What could go wrong.
"Dinner." He repeats the word like it holds some kind if meaning for him, but he gets it.
Easy peasy.
Easy peasy.
November 26, 2025 at 11:00 PM
"Dinner." He repeats the word like it holds some kind if meaning for him, but he gets it.
Easy peasy.
Easy peasy.
Him? Sit one out? He did enough of that in the last few years trying to be a congressman. Sitting things out is boring.
"No, no. Let's get it over with. Make this an easy one, yeah?"
"No, no. Let's get it over with. Make this an easy one, yeah?"
November 26, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Him? Sit one out? He did enough of that in the last few years trying to be a congressman. Sitting things out is boring.
"No, no. Let's get it over with. Make this an easy one, yeah?"
"No, no. Let's get it over with. Make this an easy one, yeah?"
"Russia or Florida?" He's kidding, he knows which. Fuck.
November 26, 2025 at 1:19 PM
"Russia or Florida?" He's kidding, he knows which. Fuck.
Bucky downs his coffee, sets his mug in the sink, and he's ready for the most part.
Cracking his neck, "Now?"
Cracking his neck, "Now?"
November 26, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Bucky downs his coffee, sets his mug in the sink, and he's ready for the most part.
Cracking his neck, "Now?"
Cracking his neck, "Now?"
He knows she's right, he won't argue it. But he'd love one day where they just lay around and not worry about talking raccoons or alien invaders.
"How bad is it?"
"How bad is it?"
November 26, 2025 at 3:10 AM
He knows she's right, he won't argue it. But he'd love one day where they just lay around and not worry about talking raccoons or alien invaders.
"How bad is it?"
"How bad is it?"
Chill. Bucky gives her a look for that one, but sips his sugar high caffeine anyway.
"I don't think she knows the meaning. The only who gets to chill is Bob."
"I don't think she knows the meaning. The only who gets to chill is Bob."
November 26, 2025 at 1:58 AM
Chill. Bucky gives her a look for that one, but sips his sugar high caffeine anyway.
"I don't think she knows the meaning. The only who gets to chill is Bob."
"I don't think she knows the meaning. The only who gets to chill is Bob."
Bucky's head hangs at the thought, giving her a look.
"Don't say it out loud. She'll hear you." He refuses.
"Don't say it out loud. She'll hear you." He refuses.
November 26, 2025 at 12:16 AM
Bucky's head hangs at the thought, giving her a look.
"Don't say it out loud. She'll hear you." He refuses.
"Don't say it out loud. She'll hear you." He refuses.
"No one said they were smart." He shrugs; he's learned that long ago, those with addictions would do just about anything to feed it.
November 25, 2025 at 9:06 PM
"No one said they were smart." He shrugs; he's learned that long ago, those with addictions would do just about anything to feed it.
"Why do tweakers do anything?" Bucky shrugs. He's more of an 'ask questions later' sort of guy.
After a lifetime and then some of dealing with rations, anything sweet is swell.
After a lifetime and then some of dealing with rations, anything sweet is swell.
November 25, 2025 at 11:58 AM
"Why do tweakers do anything?" Bucky shrugs. He's more of an 'ask questions later' sort of guy.
After a lifetime and then some of dealing with rations, anything sweet is swell.
After a lifetime and then some of dealing with rations, anything sweet is swell.
"I did not," Bucky admits, taking one of the mug, and dousing it with sugar and cream.
November 25, 2025 at 1:26 AM
"I did not," Bucky admits, taking one of the mug, and dousing it with sugar and cream.
"Tossed out a window." After he shot at them.
Not his problem now.
"Thanks, yeah."
Not his problem now.
"Thanks, yeah."
November 24, 2025 at 9:10 PM
"Tossed out a window." After he shot at them.
Not his problem now.
"Thanks, yeah."
Not his problem now.
"Thanks, yeah."
"Intruders. What're ya gonna do."
November 24, 2025 at 8:47 PM
"Intruders. What're ya gonna do."
"Sorry-"
November 24, 2025 at 8:33 PM
"Sorry-"